 A Poop * k8 *
Ember nodded. Slowly. "Uh--" What did she SAY now? "Well--yeah--sparkles and flowers make people happy." Or most people happy. She had a feeling that this COLD-HEARTED FIEND was not made happy by flowers. Or sparkles. He probably was more into the 'darkness and souls' scene. Like a dementor.
Or something.
But Ember didn't want to pass judgment TOO quickly----
WHAT?
Once more, her lavender eyes WIDENED. "Sir--" she glanced down at her lap and then back up at him. "I assure you. I'm literally not a threat at all--" she was the LAST threatening human EVER. She didn't even KNOW that many hexes--or anything LIKE that. But his little--note was speeeeding away. And Ember honestly had NO idea where that was going--she merely leaned back in her chair and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Um." Um was her favorite word right now, wasn't it? "I'm not sure. Hopefully not to Harmony--" she winced just at the THOUGHT. Though she wasn't sure Harmony would ever be mad. Since technically--Ember hadn't done anything wrong, this man just clearly liked the abuse of puppies and kittens and Ember.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |